Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

My Photo
Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Be careful what you wish for—A retelling of a popular myth in the form of a mini-saga

Apollo’s gift of immortality, accepted with enthusiasm, turned out to be a double-edged sword; for although Sybil continued to age, she would not die, and shrank into a wizened homonculous, encased in a leather bag hung over the entryway of the temple shouting ominous imprecations at the supplicants passing below.


Post a Comment

<< Home